At first the moon seemed to have spilled onto the pond,
A silver color illuminating the night,
Casting a pale glow over the tall grass.
Silver stars twinkled,
Seeming so close to the earth,
I thought if I held my hand out,
I could scrape some off,
Then the stars slipped deep into the black night’s pocket,
And the dark night’s black swallowed the moon whole.
A blur of crimson, orange, hot pink began to appear in the sky.
There was a change in the air,
It was starting to light the sky,
A golden ray bathed the hills in sunlight with a gentle touch.
The air was so light and fresh it almost sparkled.
There was a still moment,
When everything seemed to hold its breath,
And then the sun woke,
Like a queen.
It was a flaming pearl spit out by the night.
I gazed out at the sun’s swollen face,
It unleashed its amazing blood-red flush,
And my face was furrowed,
With Smile.